Caving In

It's hard to say what's real these daysMy mind can be a dangerous placeShe's too naive for suicideBut god I wish that bitch would die

Give me, give me, give me, give me a reasonWhy every night I'm losing sleepGod damn she's on to me againOr maybe I had too much to drinkYou see I think I figured outI figured out as I was thinkingHow to stop her piercing voiceFrom everything that she was stealingGet the gun, get the gun, get the gunIs all I'm hearing again and again you know

I used to be such a hopeless manAnd she used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

One thing I do rememberIs that things never get betterAnd I got to make the voices, make the voices for the makerOf the maker making voices, making voicesGotta make her, gotta, gotta make her stopBefore my head comes caving in again

You can walk this world all aloneBut I can still hear her, tearing me apart